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captainrcx:
“ it’s CAPTAIN, sir … ”
so i've spent the past three days binge-watching the clone wars series and now i'm seriously considering making a captain rex blog because mY PRECIOUS CLONE CHILD
cons of writing with me: i'm trash
pros of writing with me: i'm YOUR trash
( continued from here ;; )
Well shit.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, shaking her head lightly at his comment. Yes, she did like him, but she wasn’t going to just blurt it out right then and there.
This was their second night out for drinks– It wasn’t going to be that easy.
“ And how do you know that, Mr. Grady? ”
He can't help his shit-eating grin at that ; head cocking ever so slightly to one side as he says with feigned contemplation
“ You're blushing. ”
He shrugs, trying and failing to mask his SMIRK as he makes a point of dragging his tongue across his lower lip.
“ But if you still don't know, maybe another round of margaritas'll help you decide ?? ”
dxearing:
❛❛ what——- no ! they have no r i g h t to do that !
the anger meeting her features is more than noticeable. the woman falls silent after that, trying to think of any possible options as to S T O P this nonsense from happening.
❛❛ we can’t let them, owen. we have to stop them. RIGHT NOW.
“ They think because they MADE them, they OWN them. ”
The clench to his jaw tightens at that, frustration wrought clearly across his features and furrowing the skin between his brows as he fights the urge to drive his fist through something ... ANYTHING ...
“ Does Masarani know about this shit ?? ”
Whilst their combined FURY is a force to be reckoned with, they're just two people, and they cannot put an end to this alone.
carnivoriisms:
The answer given AFFIRMS, personally, what he’d thought to be right, and a sure nod is offered in response. Before, of course, said nod turns into an abrupt shake of his head.
‘ I actually didn’t let him get that far, to be honest. ’ Hands raise, in some sense of feigned innocence, ‘ Had to leave - I’m a terribly busy man. ’
Truthfully, he’d simply LOATHED the idea of the man coming anywhere near his rex, and had made a swift exit. He’s on the radar now, however - if he has any bright ideas about the other carnivores, Oliver will know.
‘ Seems a tad… difficult - what’s he like to actually work with? ’
He doesn't fight his smirk at the other's answer ; anything that'll piss of Hoskins is ACES in his book.
“ 'Bout as PLEASANT as you'd expect. ”
He snorts, jaw clenching at the memory of the arrogant up-tilt to the older man's mouth as Owen had ordered him from the Raptors' paddock. He'd be back, and they both knew it.
“ Friendly as a pregnant Stegosaurus ... An' about half as smart. ”
hoxkins:
the sound of someone calling her lieutenant made her look back at the voice. of course she knew owen, mostly from stories her father told her. but also from seeing him around, since she was often stationed around the raptor pad. he hadn’t done much talking to her though, no one had. amaya knew why. it was because of her father. she had lived with him, so she knew how to deal with the times when he was being an idiot. but most didn’t and because of their hate for him, they had a hate for her. sad? maybe. but it didn’t matter to her, she was here to do a job.
“that’s right, navy.”
she spoke, her blue eyes looking at owen. it hadn’t been long since she was called that, but long enough to make her miss the navy. but after her heroics and everything that had happened, she was done. maybe even forever. who knew that had only been five months ago when she had almost died protecting her men. she spoke to him again, her voice was serious as always but she always had a certain softeness to her face now that she was back in the real world.
“lieutenant amaya hoskins.”
“ Lieutenant Commander Owen Grady. ”
He echoes his own title back, lips daring to attempt the hints of a half-smile. Sure, the thought of Hoskins may leave a sour taste in his mouth, but Hoskins Junior has yet to do the same ... He gestures to the flash of silver, barely visible above his shirt collar as he speaks, the weight of the tags against his sternum seeming to increase with the motion. Despite working in fairly close quarters, he doesn't feel well acquainted enough with her to ask more - despite his curiosity. A military career isn't exactly synonymous with a host of good memories, and he doesn't want to go prying into shit he has no right to.
“ Looks like I got one up on you. ”
The tease is coupled with an upturn of his lips ; there's no malice behind the words, just a kind of understated camaraderie as he sets the bucket of raptor-bait he's been cradling down and turns to face her properly.
“ What can I do you for, Lieutenant ?? ”
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❝ Mister Grady– ❞
Her determined gait was unaffected by the soft grass threatening to grab hold of her heel; a skill picked up after years of working under the reign of her darling friend, Claire Dearing, whom she just so happened to be doing a favor for by trekking to the boon- docks (or so the Americans called it) of the island. Stoicism and ice dripped across sharp features, nearly completely hidden by the dark shades decorating her face.
❝ I’ve come to inform you that I’ve been put in charge of any and all communication between you and director Dearing. Progress reports and complaints will be given directly to me and then passed on to Miss Dearing. ❞
The sharp crunch of heels against gravel has him turning, half expecting to be greeted with the sight of flaming red hair and furious eyes ; though he's not surprised to find otherwise. A little bitterness taints that thought, it figures she wouldn't face him herself, but despite his disappointment irritation, he attempts his most hospitable smile ( even as he hopes her shoe sticks to the dew-damp earth underfoot )
“ Owen. ”
He corrects the title, though he knows it's a futile attempt. Zara had never exactly warmed to him, but even so, her whole demeanour seemed even frostier than usual ; enough to set alarm bells ringing before she even speaks.
“ You're shittin' me. ”
The rhetoric drips with disbelief, indignation carving a furrow between his brows as her words settle. And she'd been worried about his 'immaturity'.
“ What is this, grade school ?? ”
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“That’s not what I was expecting to happen.”
Eyes drop down at that, scowling at the slowly congealing crimson framing the shallow incisions the raptor's fangs had etched into his palm.
“ Guess they're not as TAME as we thought. ”
HELLO YES I AM ALIVE AND DOING MY DRAFTS
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‘ I heard where that guy - Hoskins? - wants to take the raptor project. I’m CORRECT in assuming it’ll happen over your dead body, right? ’
“ DAMN STRAIGHT. ”
He can feel his blood pressure raising at the mere mention of the other man's name.
“ He try to give you the 'for greater good' talk too ?? ”
jaqobisbrothers:
- The key to a happy life is to accept you are never actually in control.
imagineowengrady:
Like they need to have a TV show or something because I need more then just a few sentences in a game D: Damn you Jurassic World. Is this canon or noooooot?
dasvidaniyafuckboy:
Could you blame her? She did not want a repeat of what happened. Yes, there was no obvious threat here on the island – Except for the dinosaurs – but she couldn’t help but feel guilty she hasn’t caught the bastard sooner.
“ Assault weapons, military grade missile launchers– That sort of thing. ”
Valeria wouldn’t go into great detail, mostly due to the fact she’s not allowed. The man in question had been under the radar since the incident. No sells, no purchases. It was like he just went off the grid– In a way, the island would have been a decent choice.
“ So far, I have not found any decent leads through interviews. ”
“ That's some pretty heavy shit. ”
He grimaces a little on the curse, any attempt at professionalism lost as his brows furrow with concern and he leans forward ; elbows pressed against the desk as his hands steeple in front of his lips.
“ You reckon he's dealin' that kinda hardware here ?? ”
He asks ; all thoughts of a date-night drink abolished in the face of a potential, very REAL, threat ... And he'd thought the Dinosaurs would be the biggest danger on the island ...